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By Jack Joseph Smith
The neon dilemma lit the
desent and for extended times
he remained himself as a
modernd figure upon what app-
roached oblivion, a lost cowboy
in a waterhole of beer cans
that weeded east, Not that
a bar, or place with other
human's suffering to the juice-
box of melancholy strings could
save him, but to know he
might enter in oblivious today,
might have helped him to run
away from the empty used
car lot he was looking for.
The last needle he was attempting
might have been dull with drinks
or the house, if drinks or the
house meant no humiliating
struggle. Those things usually